Between the Lines.

"Raaaaah!" the Foot soldier practically flew at the blue-banded turtle, only to be stopped by some unseen force. He looked around in bewilderment.

"Dude," Michelangelo said, "She stopped on a Cliffhanger, what are you doing?"

The young Foot ninja said nothing and looked to his comrades, they were all looking at him. Through their eye pieces, he could see a look of you moron in their eyes.

"You're new to fanfiction, aren't you?" Leonardo said. It was hardly a question, and he didn't need an answer. "You can't do anything that will change the outcome of the story," Leo explained. He sounded bored, like he'd done this over and over again.

"So what are we expected to do?" the Foot soldier asked, "Just sit here?"

"Actually, yes," Donatello said in a matter-of-factly tone. Apparently, he'd done this hundreds of times as well.

"But-"

"Look, kid," Raphael spoke up, "Ya just wait here, until TMNH updates da story. It ain't dat hard ta figure out."

"For once I agree with the turtle," one of the older Foot ninja stated, "You will get used to it soon."

"A-alright," the young ninja said quietly. This is the weirdest fight ever.